Words won't change the world. People change the world. And God, changes people.
Sometimes... He uses our words to do it.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Donut Church CafeThe Donut Church Cafe absorbs its patrons,infuses them with a shopping center faithinessin God and coffee and convenience.The corner booth corrals its transient flockswho squeeze in past each other's thoughtsand the disheveled newsprint,this morning's headlined scriptures;they hope to talk enough to change the world,note their blogs, call it a day.The walkerspace across the storefront's windows,watch the weather for no reason,panhandle schemes for spare change truthfrom passing strangers,at least enough to buy a burger,as if they would really eat it.And from the street scan parking lotfor clues of who may be inside,cast our imagined dice at thosewe presume make their homeamong this riff-raff clergy whosell each other designer brandsof their recycled dogmassalvaged from the discard binsof actual, thinking souls.My head wags at wasted livesas these clueless activists,blind archeologists without credentialswho dig inside their gourmet brewsfor insight;I watch them with chagrinand hate myself.Copyright (c) 2008 Gary Brown

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Thank you for visiting. I hope something found here might somehow thoughtfully provoke or stimulate your own creative or spiritual journey. Unlike my other sites or online volumes of work, this space is not theme oriented but might best be thought of as "RoadWork"; poetry proclaimed from the shoulder of endless highways, spoken softly along mountain trails and preached in downtown alleys. Found here will be an ecclectic compilation of some newer, unclassified works, experimental pieces and unpublished poetry I have performed publicly (so that requesting listeners might find it).

Since poetry was originally meant to be heard, not read, I usually write for the ear, not the eye, even on the printed page. Most of my work seeks to convey complete stories or messages with multi-layered meanings in only a few sentences, perhaps 3-4. Its architecture is "intentional" by nature of the specific, methodical, measured attention paid to issues such as content, continuity and rhythm more than adherence to a sterile discipline.

Enough said. I hope you find this somewhat mysterious and cryptic method of storytelling rewarding or at least, entertaining. Your comments are always welcomed.

So... take your time. Poetry cannot be effectively consumed in mass quantities. Be patient. Read slow to comprehend more quickly. If a poem is good, the more you contemplate and play with it, the more meaning and interpretations it should methodically reveal.

And remember: Poetry is meant to be read aloud. Listen to it. Listen to yourself.

ARTWORK:The amazingly intriguing background image is the work of Coralia Pastrana-Brown. It is entitled, "Babyface".

Quotes...

“I understand commitment to be that the poet/artist is demanded to his depth to be burned with others when he sees them burning and not to stand on the other side of the bank absorbed in prayer.”al-Bayyati- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"I like reality. It tastes like bread."Jean Anouilh